My eyeball

Soooo, SOMEBODY didn't like the profile picture of my eyeball so I have changed it to this little baby robin we found on the driveway last spring. I think he or she kinda looks like me with little tufts of hair all sticking up all over it's head. And it looks so resigned, like  "Fine, do with me what you want, I haven't the energy to resist or fight you off." That's about how I feel most days when I get off work at my out-of-the-home job, and I come home to my second one with the kids. I feel that way to the degree that Logan, my 2-year-old, once at spoonfulls of ketchup for supper. Guess he got his recommended daily allowance of vegetables that day. I would argue that his diet is much more appropriate than that of my 7-year-old daughter who refuses to eat anything but macaroni and cheese, or a derivative thereof. I keep warning her that eating that much starchy foods isn't going to be her friend as she ages. I say "Look at mommy Caitlin! - I look like a Teletubby on steroids! That's from not eating right." But she just rolls her eyes and ignores me. Someday she'll regret her dietary choices. And I will probably discover buckets of vomit in her closet. Oh, the joys of adolescence that await me! 

Today's post is shorter because the kids are about to return from the weekend with their dad. I think we will go sledding today. Might even go out to my sister's farm and sled behind the 4-wheeler. Yeah, today feels like a good day to break my neck. I will probably be typing my next blog using a pencil in my mouth. Ciao for now peeps.